She followed me into the kitchen this morning. My initial reaction was similar to discovering that a stray animal has followed you home. It’s cute but also a little bit alarming. Are you supposed to feed it? Does it have rabies? In short, “Yes, yes, you’re adorable. Now go home.” Of course, Trixie is home, she doesn’t have rabies and we’ve already been feeding her for about 6 months, so she gets to stay.
The more pressing issue is that I saw the kitchen floor in a whole new light. There are dangers everywhere: laundry detergent, stain remover, recycling, the open dish washer. And Trixie was staring wide-eyed at them all.